Stories

Today I was brought back to a simpler time when Scott Weiland was still a heroin addict, Shannon Hoon was still alive, and I was rockin' Doc Marten combat boots with my burgundy plaid school uniform. I opened the mail and was delighted to read this:Am I gonna do it?

Not a chance in hell am I going to send $1.00 to six people and then buy a list for $40 and then mail it to 200 other people. F that. I know that I am passing up on $800,000 but that is just WAY too much work. It's bad enough that I spent five minutes scanning the damn letter just so you peeps could reminisce with me.